this world...gleaming with ambition.
Hello, I am new to this world.
I don’t know the tricks of the trade,
I am a soul, spat and swirled.
The opportunities of this star buffeted.
Shall I be a merchant, a magician, a politician,
I stand in awe of the road.
The concrete, the holes, each speck gleaming with ambition.
Purposeful, useful, a want of an ode.
A necessity of being, of existence, of life, of air,
Of continuity, of being.
You and I, road have a lot we share,
Still and detached from seeing.
You wouldn't want to know anyway,
Count your deafness as a win,
I’d prefer to be a literal ashtray.
I imagine it would burn but you were built with thick skin,
I am born to shrivel from within,
Pain from where I begin,
You, indestructible by a ton of tin.
I may stay here,
It seems good here.
I’d much rather be here.
I’ll stay here.
